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Friday, October 11, 2013

The only good thing about unemployment is I've been more productive than I've found possible in quite a while--at least about what matters to me. So after my previous misadventures trying to get Virtual Pulp Press firing on all cylinders, and throwing my hands up for a while...I'm back at it.

I'm moving the Two-Fisted Blog over to a Wordpress-powered site where it is integrated into Virtual Pulp (or vice-versa), and I once again finally have my own domain name.

I will resume posting here again, but the really cool stuff will be over at www.virtualpulp.net. You mos def gotta visit.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Fight Card: Front Page Palooka has it's own book trailer. Spotted some Joe Louis fight footage in the mix. Haven't read this one yet but if it's half as slick as the cover and this trailer, it should be great.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

I just lost my job last week. It didn't come as a surprise, but neither was I prepared for it. I had just updated my resume and was starting a job search when the axe came down.

I've held many different types of jobs in many different places over the years, and like so many others must be, I'm sick of the job-searching/resume tweaking/interviewing/hiring rigamarole. I'm tired of putting on my best face and pretending to be interested in playing the respective corporate politics to be underpaid for work I'm sick of doing.

And despite how much the government and media fudge the numbers, the economy is still the worst it's been since the Great Depression, so you really have to jump through hoops to find a job now.

And I'm not getting any younger.

So the missus gives me a call a couple days ago. One of her former co-workers and a Facebook friend posted a link to a video. The guy had health problems and lost his job recently, but thankfully he discovered this work from home opportunity that grew his business to the point that it was now paying his bills. That's the story I initially heard.

By-the-by, I've been wishing I could get a work-from-home job. If I HAVE to work for somebody else, that's how I'd prefer to do it. Bye-bye working in the Florida heat, sitting in Florida traffic and being at the mercy of out-of-order restrooms, etc. And the closer I am to my computer, the faster I can get back to writing when the work day is done. In theory, anyway.

So anyway, wifey watches the video, and says I should. If we didn't know somebody that vouched for this deal (let's just call him Dreamer Dude for short), the red flags would have trumped my curiosity, desperation and wishful thinking. I've been exposed to scam artists before, and would have assumed this was just another one without personally knowing somebody involved in it.

I watched the video. It's a new company that just started 20 months ago and has made billions for the folks involved and is going to get even bigger yada yada yada. But what really got my attention was the part about their blogging support program.

For those who don't remember the whole saga with Virtual Pulp Press, I got in over my head when I attempted to upgrade the website from 1994 technology. I used Wordpress, watched a ton of tutorials, took advice from different people "in the know,"bought themes and plugins...then pretty much pulled my hair out trying to make the software do what I wanted it to. I had a guy who agreed to help, but he flaked out. I knew what I wanted the site to do was not unreasonable, and experts told me it Wordpress could definitely do it.

In fact, what I wanted was fairly simple: An online store where I could advertise the stuff I sell as an affiliate, with something like this blog incorporated into it. But the plugins that sounded like they should help me accomplish this actually were designed to do something else. There was a language gap with a learning curve that was just taking forever while I was working a full-time job with lots of overtime, travelling a lot and dealing with more than my share of domestic drama.

Finally, while I was transferring my domain name from Go Daddy to Host Gator, calling Host Gator back-and-forth and it wasn't done, wasn't done, wasn't done... the domain name expired and somebody in the former USSR bought it. Not to use it--just because they realize somebody else wants to use it and they don't have the intelligence or imagination to come up with their own ideas, so they're hoping I'll pay them to get it back.

Not gonna happen. I cut my losses.

Well, the guy in this video says his company's marketing gurus and software developers have perfected a selling process that have made all these people all this money yada yada yada. And there's an affiliate program and this program and that program but I could concentrate on selling my own product if that's what I wanted.What got my imagination sparked was his claim that his staff of experts would walk me through setting up a blog custom-tweaked to sell my products, then if I followed their 8-step business plan my stuff would sell like flapjacks. After all, Hoodie Thunkitt and Joe Shit the Rag Man did that and were turning in record profits, blah, blah, blah. This staff of professionals were waiting to hold my hand through the process and I could be completely computer illiterate and still succeed because they were all about helping people as well as making money.

The cost of the program I wanted (the custom blog) was $25 a month (reduced from X amount because they're all about helping people, see). Well, I've blown more than that on advertising and other stuff, with absolutely no effect on book sales for me or anyone else. Not an unreasonable deal, if they delivered on their promises.

I have product to sell, and I've got more time on my hands right now than I have in many years. And this expert help getting my blog set up? That's exactly what I needed months ago when trying to build Virtual Pulp Press into a modern online store. I'd gladly pay $25 a month for the use of that expertise. After all, Dreamer Dude was using this system and his business was taking off, even though the product he's selling is far more specialized and niche, if not obscure.

So I signed up and paid.

This company has probably thousands of videos. Every new page that loaded had another video to watch. I watched a few of them because they all promised some kind of powerful marketing technique if I would only keep watching. I even watched an hour of a live webinar by them (later found out it went on for three hours) also promising some powerful new information. In the case of the webinar, the startling revelation is that people can blog and post video from their smart phones. I forget what the other powerful info was because cumulatively, it accounted for probably about 45 seconds amidst all the hours of video I sat through. Everything else was instructions from the company founders to upgrade to this package and that package for only $100, $500, $1,500, $3,500, etc., which are such bargains because you'd have to pay X more to get this important info anywhere else.

That's where the familiar old bad taste really began setting in. I already paid you, numb nuts, why are you still greasing me so hard? How do I start setting up the blog already?

Well, you need to start off with the 8-step path to success, see. And if you don't go there voluntarily, it will re-route you there when you click on the button to set up your awesome blog. Guess how the 8 steps are presented? More videos, of course.
The first step is to buy into their affiliate program for an additional $19.95 a month. I skipped Step One and started watching the other videos. By the third or fourth one I began skipping ahead to see if there actually was any useful information. Nope. I'll summarize the content of every video:

Our stuff is great, and cutting edge, and people are getting rich off it.

You're a wussy if you don't follow our instructions.

Your next step is to do X.

Buy this additional package and we'll tell you how to do X.

Go "all in." (Buy everything we ask for money for.)

Don't be a wussy.

Did we mention how great and cutting edge our system is?

So much for the 8-step path.

With the help of their "badass" customer service reps, I overcame a glitch and got to the blog dashboard, finally.

Hmm. Wordpress. Wordpress blogs are free for anybody. Well, after all, my $25 is for their badass team of experts that will help me customize my blog and maximize its selling psychology, handle SEO and all that, so hope is still alive. On a friggin' resperator and defibulator, with a priest standing in the corner mumbling its last rites, but still alive.

I take a look at the dashboard. Hmm. Looks bare-bones Wordpress to me. Where are all the widgets or whatever to advertise my products? I click on the link to see the blog as a customer would see it.

Well, the ads are already there. There are banners and stuff everywhere--so many that you couldn't squeeze more on the browser display if you wanted. I don't know if all the hype about the marketing psychology is true, but it does look slick. Problem is, every single ad is for THEIR stuff. You know--what I already paid for. Plus the affiliate deal, plus the increasingly expensive (tiered) packages they've been hard-selling me from the beginning.

This can't be right. I just know they don't expect me to pay them $25 a month, spend my time and effort, tapping into my imagination to create blog content... to sell their pyramid scheme. No doubt plenty of folks are content to do that, trying to make money by recruiting human building blocks to fill in the pyramid underneath them. Hey, whatever floats their boat, but that's not what I signed up for and not how the blog deal was pitched.

Where are the widgets to replace their ads with mine? Nowhere I can see. Where is the army of badass programmers and marketing experts who were able and willing to help me customize the blog to sell my product, even if I'm computer illiterate (because they like helping people so much) that I heard about in the first video? Nowhere obvious.

I called customer service. Already irritated with the whole experience so far, I asked the above questions as politely as I could. No problem, says the "badass" representative--she's sending me an email with instructions.

I follow the link in the email, and there is absolutely no information of value to me. Oh, I can change the theme so their blog selling their stuff (that I'm paying for) looks different. I can change the mugshot from the company founder's to mine on their blog selling their stuff. I can do other basic Wordpress stuff like add text and images in the blog section (create content to draw people to their blog to sell their stuff). But it's painfully obvious by now that they expect me to both pay them money and do all the work to pimp their packages to other suckers.

I'm wondering by now if anyone on the pyramid has made a dime of profit or sold a damn thing other than these "badass" packages that hard-sell ever more expensive packages.

BTW, at some point during this process I spoke with Dreamer Dude on the phone. Turns out he's not yet making enough to pay the bills, though he is buying more and more of their packages to get "all in." I took a look at "his" blog to see if he found something I missed. Nope. Looks exactly like "my" blog. He's been blogging faithfully, but even if I was looking for the specific product he's selling, and stumbled across the blog in question, I'd still have no idea I could purchase it through him. I don't want to call him a liar, but I'm extremely skeptical that any of the money he's allegedly made came from sales of his own merchandise.

The refund policy is three days. I called to get my refund the evening of the same day I bought in. Was told I'd get an email with a confirmation number. No such email came. I called back today and was told that they don't do confirmation numbers. By the time I hung up the "badass" sounded close to tears exclaiming, "Don't worry--you'll get your money back!" Makes me wonder how many other irate people have called him for refunds today.

What's the lesson in all this?

Well, first of all, nobody with a slick sales pitch on the web is trying to make an honest buck, or to help you to make one. I kind of knew this already, but hope is a persistent cuss that keeps coming back to life like the villain in a suspense thriller.

Second, the average internet business person will work much harder to scam you out of your money than they'd ever work to produce something worthy of your money.

Hundreds of thousands of gullible people around the world will flock to these kinds of swindlers, even though the swindlers don't have a single original thought and have absolutely nothing to offer the world. They produce nothing; they innovate nothing; they understand nothing but how to use others. Hmm. Sounds a lot like the politicians we're allowing to run our government, doesn't it?

There's a familiar old saying that goes, "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is."

Though certainly accurate, that adage also falls short of the whole truth. If it sounds like a reasonable deal; if it sounds better than the unethical SNAFU we've gotten used to; if it sounds like somebody put reasonable thought and imagination into a system that could feasibly benefit anyone besides the entity asking for your money...it is definitely too good to be true.

Sadly, these dirtbags must know that people are gonna see them for what they are. But as long as there are potentially more who will fall for it, they're gonna drive the hell on.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Real life keeps getting in the way of my blogging. It occurred to me the other day that there's been a lot of news to blog about, and I missed quite a lot of it.

Thankfully, when it comes to good books, it's never too late...not in the post-publishing-revolution world, anyway. There's no reason why good books ever have to go out of print, now. (I wish the not-so-good ones would, but that's another matter.)

That said, it's time to bring you up to date on Paul Bishop and Mel Odom's Fight Card series. I was fortunate enough to be one of the authors to contribute to the series writing under the "Jack Tunney" house name, and my Fight Card e-book has just recently been released as an Audible recording.

I am in good company. Plenty of talented writers have written one or more retro-boxing pulp to the series, and so far I've enjoyed each one I read. Meanwhile, Fight Card has spawned a couple spinoffs.

The original series is anchored to the 1950s and has been estrogen-free, but now there is Fight Card MMA (Mixed Martial Arts--contemporary) and Fight Card Romance. Below is a sampling of the titles which have been released since I last blogged about Fight Card.

FIGHT CARD: GOLDEN GATE GLOVESSan Francisco 1951Conall O’Quinn grew up at St. Vincent’s
Asylum For Boys, a Chicago orphanage where he learned the sweet science
of boxing from Father Tim, the battling priest. After a stint in the
Army, Conall finds work on the docks of San Francisco – a place where
his fists make him the dock champion. Soon, however, he gets on the bad
side of a union boss and is set up for a dock side brawl designed to
knockout his fighting career. When Conall comes out on top, things go
from bad to worse when he is framed for the docks going up in flames. Along with Benson, his best friend and
trainer, Conall heads for the hills in search of a lost treasure in the
vicinity of a mine controlled by the union boss. However, where Conall
goes trouble follows and he is quickly embroiled in a heated grudge
match between fist-happy miners and lumberjacks. Championing the miners in an all out
slugfest, Conall is about to find out there is more to fighting than
just swinging fists … giant, hammer-fisted lumberjacks, the mine owner’s
beautiful daughter, union flunkies, and mob thugs all want a piece of
him … and when the opening bell rings, the entire world appears to be
against him …

FIGHT CARD: BROOKLYN BEATDOWN

Brooklyn – 1954.

Bare knuckler brawler Levi Kimro battles his way through the
bloody backroom ghetto bars of Brooklyn in pursuit of his dream of owning his

own business. It’s a
hard and vicious road he walks and it becomes even more complicated when he
falls hard for the electrifying Dorothea McBricker.

Dorothea’s brother, Teddy, has fallen under the influence of
notorious gangster Duke Williamson – a powerful man who is pressuring Levi to
join his stable of fighters or face off against the human killing machine,
‘Deathblow’ Ballantine. A knock-down, drag out, Brooklyn Beatdown is brewing,
and Levi will need every ounce of his fighter’s heart if he wants to save not
only himself, but the woman he loves …

FIGHT CARD: CAN’T MISS
CONTENDER

St.
Louis, Missouri, 1958

Billy
Flood was the kind of boxer who had ‘can’t miss’ written all over him. He had the tools and talent to make him a
middleweight champion. But a few wrong
turns changed everything. Now, after a
hard three year stretch inside the Missouri State Penitentiary, Billy is
determined to get back in the ring and punch his way to the top. But, while
other fighters his age have risen through the ranks, Billy is back where he
started – fighting palookas, catchers, and tomato cans.

With
his past on his heels and his future filled with obstacles, Billy finds himself
backed into a corner by false friends and an unscrupulous promoter. He may get his shot at becoming a contender,
but will it cost him his future? Can’t
Miss Contender is another hard punching Fight Card tale ...

FIGHT CARD: BAREFOOT
BONES

Korea, 1951

Mentored in the hollows
of hardscrabble Georgia by mysterious loner Old Man Winter, then in a Chicago
orphanage by ex-fighter Father Tim Brophy, James ‘Barefoot Bones’ Mason has
relied on his fists to make his way. But it’s a long way from St. Vincent’s
Asylum For Boys to the battlefields of Korea where Bones’ fists may not be
enough.

Entered in an
inter-camp boxing tournament by his commanding officer, Bones finds himself in
a war within a war. When a tenuous cease
fire is explosively shattered, Bone’s is fighting against the highest odds of
all – staying alive.

Can a skinny kid from
the north Georgia mountains survive the hell of Korea and still have the guts
to climb back into the ring one more time? The one constant
in Bones’ life has been fighting – Lucky for him, he’s good at it.

Kalamazoo, 2013

Ray Kurt was one of the first guys to step into a sanctioned MMA
fight – back when you scrapped four times a night and didn’t wrap your
hands until you got to the hospital afterward. Now he trains fighters in
his Kalamazoo mixed martial arts gym, searching for someone he can take
to the top.
Young fighting phenom Tallis Dunbar might just be that someone, but
Tallis comes attached to a whole lot of trouble. Detroit mob fixer Andru
Harp wants Kurt to turn Tallis into an MMA beast tough enough to take
on the Chicago mob’s fearsome fighter, High Voltage – the same man who
nearly killed Tallis’ brother a year earlier.
For Detroit and Chicago it’s all about turf, but for Kurt and Tallis
their lives and redemption are balanced on a razor’s edge. Kurt is used
to fighting with few rules, but now there is only one – survive …

FIGHT
CARD ROMANCE: LADIES NIGHT

Los
Angeles, 1954 ... Gangsters, crime, boxing – and romance ...

Jimmy
Doherty, a hard-luck orphan from the south side of Chicago, was mentored in the
sweet science of boxing by Father Tim Brophy, the Battling Priest of St.
Vincent's Asylum for Boys. Jimmy’s fists were good enough to take him to LA
where he has begun his rise up the local fight-cards. He has big plans to be a
contender and even bigger plans for Lindy – his trainer’s only daughter, who's
sweeter than apple pie and harder to resist.

But
when Lindy is arrested for killing a boxer with ties to gangster Mickey Cohen,
Jimmy is forced to join forces with the arresting detective – who would like to
do much more with Lindy than put her in handcuffs – in a desperate search for
the real killer.

Love
can be murder – in the ring and out ...

I've got some of these books on my Kindle, and will probably post reviews when I read them. This is just a sample, folks. To get a more comprehensive list of the books in the series, go visit the Fight Card website--it's got some cool stuff for readers and fight fans.

Monday, September 2, 2013

I had originally intended to share this interview on SOFREP's Hot Extract blog. But recently Hot Extract has been downsized and will now be exclusively for videogame reviews. The 2FB still covers books and movies, though, and so I offer this interview with former Recon Marine Peter Nealen, who has authored two paramilitary adventure novels, Task Force Desperate and Hunting In the Shadows, both of which I've reviewed right here. So let's get to it.

HANK: Both
your novels, particularly HITS, occur with what seems like a very complex
political backdrop. Tell a little about that. Obviously you learned a lot from
being in Iraq, but then extrapolated from there into your near-future scenario.

PETE: The series as a whole actually got its
start when I wrote down a backstory for a science fiction story (which I might
get back to one of these years) in between missions in Iraq in ’07. The background was based on a growing sense
that all of the optimism about the 21st Century back in the late
‘90s, before 9/11, was tragically wrong, and the 21st is going to be
far, far worse than the bloodletting of the 20th. A good chunk of the chaos revolved around a
global war with Islamism.

HANK: Wouldn't have guessed that. What was going to be science fiction about the story as originally conceived?

PETE: The
original story I was working on was completely separate. The roots of
the American Praetorians series began as a way to map how we got from
here to the future interstellar war I was gearing up to write about.
Maybe I'll get back to that someday.

Over time, I started thinking that I
could tell stories set in that background.
My first attempt at getting into it was going to be an Anabasis-style
tale about a Marine Special Operations Team trying to escape from Afghanistan
with some Polish GROM guys when everything goes completely to hell. It was ambitious as hell, and never really
went anywhere.

After that, I started on a short about
first Marines, then PMC guys defending the US Embassy in Baghdad as Iraq falls
apart. We might see elements of this
later…

Finally, in 2011, I got the idea to
start sort of a “history repeating itself” story, starting with Bin Laden being
convinced the US was a paper tiger after we pulled out of Somalia following the
Battle of the Black Sea in October of ’93.
So I went back to East Africa to kick things off. I did as much research as I could, including
picking the brain of an officer I was working with at the time, who had done
six months at Camp Lemonier in Djibouti.
How accurate some of the details are, I still don’t know for absolute
certain, because getting solid information out of Somalia these days is
difficult. Even those who have worked in
intel there warn that a lot of what comes out of all sides is nothing but lies
and propaganda.

When it came to Hunting in the Shadows,
I drew on a lot of my own experience from being in Iraq, but since it takes
place in areas I never got to, I still had to do a lot of research. I never got to work with the Kurds, so I had
to read up on the relationships between the Kurds and their neighbors. I had to read up on Iranian operations, as
well as drawing on some of the whispered information about things like EFPs
(Explosively Formed Penetrators) coming from Iran for IEDs while I was
there. I’ve also been keeping some tabs
on the place since I started writing for SOFREP, so I’ve been watching its
disintegration into sectarian and tribal vendettas for a while now.

The Syrian angle actually came to me
partway through writing Hunting. What’s
going on there is largely a contest between Salafi Sunnis and militant Shia,
largely centered around AQI on the one side and Iran on the other. While a great deal of the scenarios in my
books are in fact “What if?” scenarios (TFD was “What if the Muslim Brotherhood
really solidified their hold on Egypt, and started directly supporting Islamist
groups on the Horn in order to seize the strategic position of the Horn of Africa?”),
they are based on immediate happenings. There
has already been spillover from the Syrian Civil War into Iraq. So I posited, “What if Assad fell, and the
Salafis took over Syria? What would Iran
do? What would a weakened, divided Iraqi
government do?” Then I threw my hardass
PMC shooters into the mix and let them go at it.

HANK: It makes for a potent mixture, I'd say. While I'm not as up-to-date on the political minutia over there as you veterans of the occupation, it all rang true to me. How
about your characters--based on real dudes? Amalgams?

PETE: Some are based on real guys. Some are amalgams. Most I won’t name; they’ll probably recognize
themselves if they read the book, and that’s enough. “Larry” is actually somewhat based on one of
my favorite authors, Larry Correia.
During an early draft of TFD, I had a character show up who at least
physically resembled Larry and shared his love of STI 2011 pistols, so I
contacted him and asked him if it was all right with him. He gave me his thumbs-up, and so now there is
“Hardass, former SOF, Contractor Larry.”

HANK: Dontcha' love how some characters just show up? "Hey, where did you come from? Who's writing this thing, anyway?" You met Larry Correia in person, didn't you?

PETE: Yes,
briefly. He was signing books at the STI booth at SHOT Show in 2011,
and I happened to be there as a rep for Force Recon Company, I MEF. I
got him to sign Monster Hunter International and Monster Hunter Vendetta
for my wife. Great guy.

HANK: I like that. And it just so happens I've recently finished his Monster Hunter International on Audible Audio. It was a fun read and got me to chuckle quite a few times. Sounds like there's at least a physical resemblance between him and his protagonist. And I loved that he was a gun nut. Where else do you find a firearms enthusiast character who's not evil and stupid?

As
a writer, I've filed away little experiences from here and there, and drawn
from them later on. Some of my scenes, or portions of scenes, were tweaked,
adapted or just lifted from stuff I saw happen. I think all writers must
do that. So can you point to some specific scenes, sequences or snippets in
your two books that came about this way?

PETE: I can’t really point to any specific
scene that was drawn directly from my experiences. A lot of details, yes. As I try to be quick to point out, the
adventures of the Praetorian shooters are way,
way more exciting than anything I did overseas. Though there is an interrogation by one of
the Iraqi militiamen in Hunting in the Shadows which was pretty well lifted
from a similar interrogation by one of our terps in Iraq. Some of those guys didn’t mess around.

HANK: I guess that's fairly universal. I know my life has been pretty dull compared to the lives of my characters.

I
love that your main character uses an M1A, and from a previous exchange I
understand you yourself have one. So talk about why you like this MBR and how
you came to like it.

PETE: I’d read up on the SOCOM 16 for a while
before I decided to get one, and immediately found I liked it. I like the action, I like the fact that while
it might be heavier than an M4, it packs way more of a wallop than any 5.56
rifle, in a package only slightly larger.
In fact, I’ve seen a few raised eyebrows at the use of full powered
battle rifles in CQB in my books, but I have to point out that the SOCOM 16, as
well as most of the other 7.62 NATO carbines I describe, are no larger than most
M4s.

I also decided on 7.62x51 as the go-to
rifle cartridge after seeing firsthand the lack of effectiveness of 5.56x45, as
well as many conversations in Humvees and hide sites about what we’d do if we
had control over weapon choices.

HANK: Even with the wooden stock, I've always thought the M14 was a better MBR. It's comparable in weight to the M-1 Garand (which itsdesign is partly borrowed from). Are we so much wimpier now than the grunts in WWII and Korea?

Ahem.

So
many of us are writing about good-guy PMCs these days. Have you had any
experience with actual mercs or is Praetorian Security entirely from your
imagination?

PETE: I’ve had some small experience with
PMCs, and know a lot of good Recon Marines who went on to contracting after
getting out. I’ve found that for the
most part the media stereotypes are mistaken; most of these guys aren’t really
any different from the guys who are in.
They might have some more leeway in certain things, depending on the
company, and might get paid more, but they’ve got a lot less support if
something goes wrong. Most of the ones I
know are pretty professional.

That said, Praetorian is in many ways a
product of my imagination, and, again, many hours of BSing in the desert about,
“Wouldn’t it be awesome if…” I
originally turned to the idea of a PMC instead of actual military because of
the increasing restrictions being placed on deployed troops in combat
zones. I wanted these guys to have some
more leeway and self-determination. I
figured I could get that with mercs. And
Praetorian is closer to an actual mercenary company than what are today called
PMCs. These guys operate by the
principle of, “Whatever gets the mission done,” and don’t give much thought to
the kind of legalities that would get someone operating like them shut down
pretty fast in today’s environment. It
helps that the future I’ve extrapolated is seeing a breakdown in the (in my
opinion, artificial) niceties of international and economic order. In many places you can already see that
breakdown starting today, if you look past the miasma of distraction on TV.

HANK: I knew a guy who'd done merc work, but this was before OIF and the explosion of contract opportunities. My character Sam DeChalk in Hell and Gone is partly based on him. While it's impossible to find a real life military or paramilitary unit without flaws, it's nice being a writer because we can make them as altruistic and ethical as we want. Whatever flaws they exhibit have to be approved by us and ultimately we control how much the bad apples and jerkoffs get away with.

What's next up for you?

PETE: While I’ve started some work on the
next volume in the American Praetorians series, “Alone and Unafraid,” for the
moment I’m kind of taking a break from the series, letting my mind rest a
little. I’m working on a presently
unnamed novel (much shorter than either TFD or HITS), in the horror/adventure
genre. I’m serializing it on www.wethearmed.com right now, and hope to
finish it up in the next month or two, after which I’ll hit Alone and Unafraid
hard and fast.

I’ve also got a nonfiction book in
the works, though it is something of a long-term project. Following an article on SOFREP, “The Cost of
Limited War,” I decided to tackle “History, Moral Philosophy, and War.” It’s a huge project, and is probably going to
take several years to complete.

HANK: Thanks, Pete, for taking the time to converse.

Folks, it's gonna be hard to find novels in which the author puts such emphasis on realism and still winds up with an entertaining read, outside of Pete's books. And these are books for thinking men, not the lowest-common-denominator drivel writers in the genre are so often accused of. If you want to feel like you're there in the sandbox with bullets coming uprange, I highly recommend them.

As alluded to above, I will no longer be writing for Hot Extract. I was already reducing my cyber footprint, and the news about HE was an omen, divine confirmation, or however you choose to look at such things. For the immediate future I'll keep blogging right here, and posting Amazon reviews now and then. I may check Facebook every once in a while, or I may stop using it altogether--not sure. While I appreciate all the authors asking for reviews (in a way I guess it validates the existence of this blog?), I simply can't commit to much anymore. The list is pretty bleeding long already. If I can't get to your book, it's not necessarily because I think I won't like it, and certainly nothing personal against the author.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Maybe you've noticed I haven't been blogging much lately. Or tweeting. Or facebooking. Or releasing my next novel. Well, it's not because I've just been chilling out, I promise you.

Because of my own appreciation for recorded books, I decided to have some of my titles produced this way. Hell and Gone was the one I got started on first, and had hoped to get released first. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, it is way, way, way overdue and still isn't even close to finished. I'm pleased to announce, however, that both Tier Zero and my Fight Card novella, Tomato Can Comeback, are now ready for download.

In case you couldn't tell, I love to read books. I just don't have time anymore for much recreational reading. But I do clock several hours at a time on a regular basis staring through a windshield on my way to various places for work. Up until a year or so ago, I took advantage of the recorded books available at the public library. I discovered authors this way I might never have read otherwise (like Wilbur Smith, who has become one of my go-to guys). Because the county I live in is mostly rural, we don't have any huge libraries, so I burned through the adventure fiction available fairly quickly. In my battle against boredom, I opened myself up to genres I probably would never have otherwise. Like romance. Yeah, a lot of it is hard to wade through...makes you feel like you're drowning in pancake syrup or something...but some of it is okay. And historical fiction--that's how I discovered Bernard Cornwall and his Sharpe series (I also checked out his one-off novel Agincourt).

Then along came Audible Audio for the Kindle. I can downloadrecorded books straight to my reader, just like ebooks, and the selection is not too shabby. I can usually find something in a genre that interests me. I've read the first several Ian Fleming 007 adventures this way, more Wilbur Smith of course, one of Len Levinson's RatBastard installments missing from my paperback collection, and Ghosts of Babylon by fellow indie author R.A. Matthis (a good read, BTW, and read by a good voice actor).

Other folks may drive a lot like I do, or do tedious work somewhere with nothing to occupy their mind while they go through the motions, or spend a lot of leisure time sunning themselves at the pool or beach. Maybe they'd like to read a book but can't afford to tie their eyes up for hours at a time.

In self-examination, I noted that after listening to one of Wilbur Smith's adventures, I began buying his books in paper and electronic form. Ka-ching! went my brain. And so I branched out. When Hell and Gone is finally finished, I'll blog it, too.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

In the history of the western genre (whether it be film or fiction), there have been a few basic plot skeletons used over and over again. One of these involves war with the natives; another pits lawmen against outlaws; and another features a range war.

Since the New Deal, the range war plot has been used extensively, and almost always cattlemen have been the villains, oppressing small ranchers and farmers on a greed-maddened quest for more grazing land. This theme is ubiquitous in western films, and western novels have mostly followed suit. Critics and theorists mostly agree that creative works with this theme are making a statement against Big Business.

Once in a while, though, there is a western tale using this plot template which marches to a different beat. One decent example is Louis L'Amour's Showdown at the Hogback. Then there is this novel, which shares many superficial aspects...but can't be confused with L'Amour's.

"Curly wolf" is Old West lingo for "bad mamma-jamma," and the title character certainly fits that description. Arizona (sometimes called the Arizona Kid) is an amoral gunfighter who hires out to the highest bidder. In this case, the highest bidder is a junta of crooked politicians and lawmen driving homesteaders (with both small and large ranches) off their claims in order to cash in on a lucrative railroad deal.

From what I've read, the quick-draw wasn't actually used in frontier days. Some historians say it wasn't even developed until the 1950s--a complete Hollywood fabrication. Whatever the truth may be, the quick-draw convention has been absorbed into western mythology. It's hard to find a western that does not incorporate it. This novel is no exception in that regard, but it is exceptional in that it handles all the gun play with a verisimilitude I haven't seen in any other western.

The Arizona Kid is deadly with a rifle, and a crack pistol shot either right or left-handed. He is hired to bully the homesteaders off their claims...or kill them if necessary.

Unfortunately for his employers, he begins to develop a conscience as the job unfolds. And that puts him between the proverbial rock and hard place. There are at least three sub-plots which are captivating in their own right. One is the struggle among the homesteaders to band together and fight, or pull stakes and take their family looking for some place they won't have to face death from "gun sharps" in addition to their battle with the elements, starvation, etc. (Life for frontier farmers and ranchers wasn't easy, even when unmolested by their fellow man.)

For fans of westerns, there is enough familiarity here to make you feel at home. There is also enough unorthodoxy to please those who don't normally dabble in the genre.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Thanks to a series of events, some of which I will be hard-pressed to forgive GoDaddy and HostGator for, Virtual Pulp Press has been wounded in action. I don't know how long it will be until I can perform the major surgery required. Maybe I never will, which would mean it is not just wounded but in fact dead.

Considering my schedule and all the irons I'm trying to juggle through the fire, my plans for VPP were probably too ambitious--especially given that I've been dealing with third parties who don't deliver on what they promise, after taking my money for that delivery. I think I'll get some of that money back, but certainly not the time or effort that's been converted to waste. Nor will I even get my domain back probably, since some parasite in the Ukraine took it when the ball was dropped. Not that the parasite likely has any similarly-named business--they just know it's important to someone else and therefore want to get paid for having it. Don't hold your breath, Sasha.

I still intend to use VPP as a defacto imprint. Whatever adventure stuff I publish will still bear the logo. And the 2-Fisted Blog will continue as normal, rather than being incorporated into the site. I'll continue to post links for books, movies, etc., here on the blog. Also, the clunky old outdated store is still active on www.virtualpulppress.kayser-watson.net, thanks to James Kayser, an all-around stand-up guy (and vice-prez of the company).

Who knows what the future holds. But for now, the cool online store I envisioned is an uphill battle I'll no longer be fighting.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

I'm becoming quite well-acquainted with Jim Morris's work. That's how I know that this novel is off the beaten path for him. At least the beaten path so far. Like Bob Dylan, it is so free-wheeling that I'm inspired to wax poetic:

Spurlock is a shrewd dude who meditates in the nude, to put him in the mood to deal with the rude and the crude, who need adjustment of attitude. He lives in a time when the US is screwed. And he likes wacky tobaccy better than food. Though Morris is hardly a prude, his prose is a far cry from lewd.

I should have been a beatnik. Or a hip-hop gangsta.

Okay, let me expound a bit without putting it into rap lyrics. (Don't worry--there is no infantile rhyming in this book.)

Morris has set this tale in an alternate reality. I'm a bit fuzzy on the historic details that led to the scenario, but the gist of it is: 1. The Ruskies won a war with the USA, and now occupy the continent. 2. The occupational army runs the economy by proxy; and that proxy is the Mafia. And you get the idea that of the two organizations, the Mafia is the more powerful. 3. There was an armed resistance to the invasion. Most of them were assimilated back into the culture, like Spurlock. The "guerrillas" remain in rural areas, operating like a minor-league (and redneck) Mafia. They are murderers, rapists and borderline psychopaths who don't even understand what it is they think they're fighting for. 4. Purgatory is such a backwater that it has been left alone since the war was lost.

Sheriff Spurlock runs his county (and his personal life) with a mixture of streetwise savvy and a Zen-like quest for balance and harmony. He has an agreement with the local guerrilla leader which maintains the status quo, such as it is, with minimal conflict. That status quo is upset when a stuttering Mafia don comes to town with plans to absorb Purgatory into his fiefdom.

Shrewd dude that he is, Spurlock proposes a compromise with the Mafia that should keep everyone happy. But the don loses face during his visit, so Spurlock is screwed, clever compromises notwithstanding.

What follows is a road trip to the Big Apple by Spurlock and a practicing witch. There are some interesting misadventures along the way, then Spurlock locates and attempts to evacuate his estranged children from a New York very much like the one Snake Pliskin had to escape from.

This is an eccentric adventure tale laced with colorful characters, Eastern philosophy and social satire. There are some nice twists and detours along the way.

Personally, I've never experimented with marijuana, drugs or Eastern mysticism. Never had an interest in doing so even though I was born in the heyday of all that flower-power Summer of Love go-go stuff. But those who have lived a far less "straight edge" life than I have will probably feel right at home accompanying Sheriff Spurlock on this quest which is, at its core, pretty dang fun.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Whether he's on his game or not, Wilbur Smith is a novelist who tells a good adventure story nine times out of ten.

This one begins a few years prior to the outbreak of WWI and features early aviation, espionage, romance, and big game hunting in Africa.

Leon Courtney is a junior officer in the British Army in East Africa, with a lousy commanding officer. He makes a career change early on and finds himself on an epic hunting safari for Teddy Roosevelt and his son, Kermit. Ultimately he finds himself in a dangerous love triangle and some colonial chess-playing between the British and German empires prior to the opening guns of the First World War.

Smith's research is usually solid, but in this work he has some anachronisms--like German purpose-built bombers years before the war even began. (Even well after the war started, and bogged down into trench combat, planes were not used for fighting, but observation. The armies involved considered the military potential of "aeroplanes" dubious at best. Purpose-built combat aircraft didn't start rolling off the assembly lines for a while.)

Where Smith really shines is in his descriptions of Africa. In particular I appreciated his breakdown of the complex ecosystem which provides early warning (and hygiene) for elephants. And though I'm an unashamed carnivore, have enjoyed hunting in my day (and would again if it were feasible with my schedule, etc.), Smith's depictions of hunted animals are so poignant that I often can't help a pang of sadness when the humans prevail. This is true in a lot of his novels.

I couldn't help wondering if this novel is setting up what happens in The Power of the Sword which I read a year or two ago. Anyway, it's a pretty good read.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

No offense to Nuyockas, but you couldn't pay me enough to live anywhere near youze guys. I've visited the Big Apple and enjoyed seeing it up close. I've read about it, watched documentaries on the city, and am fascinated by the history of it, etc. When I was younger and not nearly the cantankerous curmudgeon I am now, I even managed to sit through West Side Story--dance scenes and all.

Vikara's novel is the best book I've read so far about street gang turf wars, fiction or non-fiction.

It
follows the episodic structure of The Wanderers, which has its pros and
cons. On the plus side, it covers the rise and fall of the gang inside
the decade in a cumulatively objective manner, getting inside the heads
of a handful of the key members. It also allows for realism, while
still moving the plot forward. On the negative side, the format is a bit
jarring, abandoning some characters just as you're starting to root for
them.

The author was a youth gang member himself, and I
appreciate his insights. I've never lived in Gotham and was not
alive to experience the era portrayed here. Still, I've developed a
prejudice: I unconsciously assume all the turf wars took place in
Brookyln, the Bronx or the rougher parts of Manhattan, and wouldn't
ordinarily associate Queens with street gangs. Yet there it is, and the
deaths are no less fatal because they occurred in Queens.

The
story ends on a bittersweet note. You could call it a depressing
note, but some Vandals and their friendships survive. There are a couple
guys who die by a cruel twist of coincidence and fate, which has all the
morbid hopelessness of a story from one of the horror comics read by
some of the gang members. I didn't see the point of that, but the novel
as a whole is still a good one and was impossible for me to put down.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Sorry, but the title makes me want to modify and sing Rolling Stones lyrics. Like a good Patient Zero, I have spread this virus as far as I could, in hopes that it's contagious enough that others will be afflicted with this compulsion.

Peter Nealen is a former Recon Marine and a recently-debuted author of military fiction, starting with his Task Force Desperate, and now followed up by Hunting in the Shadows, about a private military company operating after the economic collapse in our near future.

In the paramilitary adventures being published now (including my own), I can't think of any protagonists I'd be comfortable calling "mercenaries," though technically that is what they are. Money is a secondary motive for these "soldiers of fortune." Bringing some semblance of justice to a given situation is the primary driving force, and there are interests they won't fight for (or take money from). Today we have the option of calling mercs "contractors" or "PMCs," thus outflanking the stigma associated with that dreaded M-word. So be it.

If there's anything that even remotely resembles a plot device in Nealen's military fiction, it is what Pentagon brass refer to as
"mission creep." His novels unfold the same way unconventional warfare
does. The mission parameters in effect yesterday may not be what you're
guided by today. The roster on your side and the enemy's side keeps
changing as guys die, just as in "normal" warfare, but nothing else is
constant, either. Those who thrive in this kind of existence adapt
quickly and often, constantly considering various contingencies,
variables and caveats. We know this because, as in Task Force Desperate,
the tale is told in first person--so we are right there inside Jeff's
head as he navigates more dangerous turf and an intricate, complex (if
not convoluted) political/military minefield in the Middle East.

Jeff
is a Team Leader in Praetorian Security now. The shooters waxed in the
last mission have been replaced, and Praetorian is on a headhunting
crusade this time--taking out known terrorist leaders during a
near-future conflict involving Iraqis, Kurds, Iranians...and a rogue's
gallery of terror organizations (some of which you've heard of, others
maybe not).

Nealen has ramped up the action from his debut novel,
and it seems like Jeff and his buddies are a bit more comfortable with
their roles in the chaotic new world they're wading through. And just as
in his first book, the author knows enough to get the
military/paramilitary details right without bogging the reader down in
the minutia. Little phrases or sentences here and there triggered my
muscle memory, like how you have to rock in and tilt back on the
magazine of an M14/M1A (a superb MBR, in my opinion) to lock it in the
well. And in one of the firefights he depicts...this is weird, but
true...my ears deadened and rang as I read it, remembering how small
explosions sound like a dull thud after experiencing a bunch of large
ones in quick succession. That's some savvy, zeroed-in prose right
there.

For the last couple years the Clancy-esque millitary
thrillers and techno-thrillers have acquired some competition in the
form of a "second wave" of military fiction. In the Second Wave, authors
(many of them veterans of Iraq and/or Afghanistan) are combining
adrenalin-pumping action with a degree of authenticy sadly lacking in
much of the First Wave. I'm glad to have been involved in this
renaissance and I recommend Hunting in the Shadows as a fine
representative of it.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

I neglected this anniversary last year. Can't remember why. June 6, 1944 was not only a turning point in world history, but it ultimately altered my life course forever, as well (when I learned about it). Few films have captured the carnage and desperate struggle for Omaha Beach like Saving Private Ryan, so enjoy these clips and remember that freedom isn't free.

And I may have shown this one before, but because of my Airborne heritage I'm showing it again: the jump into Normandy the night before the invasion, as depicted in Band of Brothers.

Finally, here's a scene from The Longest Day about the poor devils who were dropped over St. Mere Eglise right into the Germans' laps. I couldn't find an unedited clip--somebody superimposed snapshots of some of the real paratroopers from the time.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Welcome to Schlock Theater 2013. Looks like Nicholas Cage signed up for a variation on Ghost Rider. Unfortunately there's no Eva Mendez this time, but the film makers compensated by replacing the flaming motorcycle with some (sometimes aflame) Detroit muscle.

The title comes from a license plate, BTW, not from what happens on the screen. Aside from a few burnouts there's no angry driving. For the highway shots, the cars usually move at a rip-snorting 40 mph.

There are some choices made by the film makers that I applaud, yet there's plenty of stupid crap to negate them. Best line in the movie: "I never disrobe before a gunfight."

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I never saw the big screen adaptation of the Destroyer. From what I've heard, that's no big loss. In any event, I'm a late arrival to this action-comedy series by Warren Murphy and Richard Sapir. But after reading just this one installment, I understand why the series is so popular.

The plot is rife with Cold War intrigue, with a few twists to keep you guessing. It concerns a kidnapped general from the People's Army, and his attractive concubine. Remo and Chiu are dispatched to resolve this international incident.

Remo Williams is a regular guy. No, make that an exceptional guy. He's an old-school adventurer who happens to be learning a deadly martial art from a wizened master. Chiu isn't just exceptional--he's pretty much superhuman. We get some background on him in this book, concerning his native village in Korea, and the art he has mastered. He's also a hilarious smartass, who kept me snickering periodically.

There is an affection between these two heroes--that of a teacher for his gifted student, and the student for his incomparable master. And yet, we learn Chiu is prepared to kill Remo if ordered to by those they work for. Lucky for both Remo and the reader, this doesn't happen.

So whether you like action or humor, but especially if you like both, this book gets a strong recommendation from me.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Yet another veteran-turned-author has joined our ranks. With Ghosts of Babylon, R. A. Mathis has not just earned a place for himself, he’s carved out a rather unique niche as well.

The novel takes place during the occupation of Iraq. Stuart Knight, a professor of archaeology, has volunteered to be a translator for American forces (since he speaks some Arabic) with an ulterior motive: he wants access to the priceless archaeological finds he is sure are waiting to be discovered in the Sandbox. He is attached to a battalion-level command which includes Regular Army soldiers and National Guard, so there’s conflict to be found everywhere—not just between Kurds and Iraqis.

It doesn’t take that conflict long to heat up, either. A local terrorist known as Al-Khayal is developing more and more sophisticated improvised munitions to use against occupation troops. Captain Allen, an intelligence officer (not an oxymoronic title in this case) has an old score to settle with the phantom killer, so finding Al-Khayal is a personal obsession for him. Fellow captain Crumm and their C.O., Colonel Thorne, have their own agenda in-country, and it doesn’t line up with Allen’s.

Then there’s Hadi, the young Kurdish boy who likes to explore. He finds just the sort of archaeological treasure that Stuart Knight is looking for, and that puts his and his family’s lives in jeopardy. There are some adults willing to kill for the artifact, and Hadi eventually runs afoul of Al-Khayal himself.

Monday, April 29, 2013

I've been meaning to read this one for a while. I like some of the TEOTWAWKI fiction/film that's been produced, and hearing the raves about this from "mainstream" readers, I figured it would be hard to go wrong.

I remember looking at a cover of Popular Science or Popular Mechanics back in the 1980s, showing a nuclear blast in the atmosphere above Kansas. The blurb said such an explosion could knock out electronic devices all over the United States. It was over a decade later before "Electro-Magnetic Pulse," or EMP, became a familiar term in our lexicon. With the Cold War over, most everyone assumed it would never be used as a weapon. But rumors were widespread that EMP devices were being planted under the highways as a means of ending high-speed chases.

Forstchen has written a novel which assumes there are still nations and organizations around the world with ill will toward the USA, and they cripple us with just the sort of EMP attack theorized by that magazine in the '80s. He speculates how things go in the first year after such an attack in one small town near Asheville, North Carolina. It's not really a survivalist novel, though it does document the community's efforts to survive.

The protagonist, John, has a few things in his favor. He's a retired Bird Colonel, and a professor of history, which enables him to plan and execute the defense of Black Mountain. His mother-in-law owns a couple functional pre-electronic ignition vehicles (not dependent on microcircuitry--therefore EMP-resistant). And he lives up in the hills where there is plenty of game to hunt...at first.

John also has some disadvantages. Primarily, one of his daughters is a diabetic, and dependent on insulin.

Forstchen concentrates on the medical side of such a scenario--with food availability being a related health factor. And it would be every bit the nightmare he describes.

An EMP wouldn't just knock us back to the 1960s or '70s (before our entire society became so dependent on electronics). It wouldn't just knock us back to WWII, or even the 1800s. Because of our ignorance of how things were done before the pervasive technology we now take for granted, it would be more like the Middle Ages. How many of us know how to farm? How many know how to turn wheat into bread (assuming you live within range of where wheat is grown)? How many can fix stuff when it breaks (without power tools)? You can hunt for food if you have firearms, or are knowledgeable enough to build your own traps or weapons (which you probably aren't). OK. But how will you prevent most of the meat from spoiling before you can eat it? How many even know how to start a fire? How would you transport the tons of crops from the west and midwest to the starving masses in the rest of the country before it rots where it sits?

Forstchen grazes these subjects while spinning this yarn. Again: this is not a survival story. And it sure isn't escapist entertainment. It's a warning. On a few occasions John wonders at why no precautions were ever taken against this very real threat.

(WARNING: political screed follows. Colored text.)

"Our" government is about 17 trillion dollars in debt last I had the stomach to check, and putting us millions deeper in debt with every passing second. What are we spending the money on? Bailing OTHER countries out of their problems, for one thing. Our tax dollars have already turned Red China into a superpower, and transferred our industrial capacity to them. And we're borrowing billions from them so we can give it right back to them in the form of foreign aid. (I dare anyone to justify that. It cannot be justified, so it is ignored.) Part of that astronomical debt has been accumulated by bailing out Wall Street, of course, and other institutions, at the expense of the middle class. It's being used to form, fund, train, equip and arm various organizations (standing armies, is what the founding fathers would call them) to infringe and eradicate our individual rights protected by the Constitution which every politician swears to uphold. The money's used to make those same politicians filthy rich on our dime, as they immunize themselves from the "laws" they pass for the rest of us. The money is heaped upon illegal aliens and the Parasite Class to bribe them into loyalty to the Democrat Machine and to continue to steal our elections. It's used to arm and feed our enemies in the Middle East and around the world, to topple existing regimes and replace them with even more anti-American despots. It's used to fund undeclared wars. It's used to prop up the hopelessly corrupt, incompetent, anti-American, anti-Christian and anti-Semitic would-be world government called the United Nations. It's used to fund an untold number of frivolous studies and "works of art;" to pay for infanticide, condoms and untold multitudes of political pork. It's used to cover up the unending crimes perpetrated by the present administration while funding their exorbitant vacations, concerts and shopping sprees even as those of us trying to earn an honest living (if we're fortunate enough to still be employed) have to deal with higher and higher cost of living as the wages we earn plummet in buying power.

That's just a glimpse of where this money is being flushed, as the government refuses to fulfill its legitimate functions (like securing the borders). Meanwhile not one dime of this astronomical spending is directed toward strategic missile defense, a civil defense infrastructure, or protecting our power grids from EMP. "Homeland Security" is all about planning for an offensive war against American citizens, evidently, and has nothing to do with protecting the homeland from attack.

And while this goes on, the nations that hate us (but are all too willing to accept our handouts) are acquiring the capability to knock us into Medieval times with relative ease.

Forstchen slips a few pointed questions into the narrative about why nothing was done before it was too late, but never questions the priorities of those holding the purse strings, as I just did. Understandable, for a number of reasons. What I've just done is considered "preachy." And "preaching" is only tolerated when hardcore leftists are doing it. Also, as obvious by an introduction written by Newt Gingrich this is a neocon novel. My definition of neocon: a socialist who wants a strong military and espouses lower taxation.

In the Newspeak we're being trained to use, Marxists are called "liberals" and neocons are called "conservatives." I've just about quit using the term "conservative" (at least without quotation marks) because the term is constantly used to describe anyone not as devoutly left-wing as those who control the mainstream media. Don't let all the misnomers confuse you. Neocons split from the Democrats basically during the Cold War because Stalin and Mao were a bit excessive in pursuing Marx's utopia, and neocons prefer a more subtle and gradual, less violent means toward the same ends (as long as taxes are dialed down a bit while military strength is dialed up) while the "liberals" adore the likes of Fidel Castro and Hugo Chavez...Until/unless knowledge of their own despotism becomes too common.

The neocon disposition is evident in some of the solutions and policies conceived by the good guys in One Second After. But it's all plausible enough, and even though I would be classified as a dangerous kook in a TEOTWAWKI community presided over by the Forstchens or Gingriches of the world, One Second After was still a decent read for me. Enough attention was paid to character and conflict to keep me turning pages, and caring what happened next.

About the Two-Fisted Blogger

This blog came about by accident...if you believe in accidents.
I was attempting to take advantage of something Google offered, was filling in fields on page after page of especially tedious registration forms, and budaboom! Next thing I know, I have my own blog.
That's not the whole story, though. Truth is, I had considered blogging before, but decided against it because I already had too many things competing for my limited time.
"It's an omen!" sez I. "I shall become a bat." Oops. No, wait...wrong Omen Reaction Vow. Sorry, Bruce.
"I shall become a blogger," sez I. It was destiny, see?
The Two-Fisted Blog was soon in business, providing an online "man cave" for those who love books, movies and other entertainment with a high testosterone quotient.
I'm still in the blogging business, giving folks around the world the skinny on old stuff you may have missed, and new stuff you may not yet have discovered...but I now do this mostly over at www.virtualpulp.net. See you there.